I imagine there are some who think that a Constitution written by a monied elite would eventually trickle down to the masses, now those with that wish are like a pile of bones bleached white in the desert of their anticipation. So, why should there be any outrage over the current atrocities like unchecked surveillance, or the destruction of habeas corpus?
People fancy themselves as free, it was an original concept, or at least a foundational hope of the American people - and those in power voiced it back to them in the founding documents. The opposite of freedom many saw as slavery, or having to answer to a visible despot that held complete sway.
In the old world the only people who had to carry papers to identify themselves were slaves, which proved their ownership to a given master. However, as time progressed we have allowed ourselves to be so identified that we are no better than those in early slavery. We say that it is for the purpose of identity - but we find ourselves legally in the position of slaves because to whom is our identity proved?
(Regazzo - The Essense of Slavery)
We have allowed our institutions, our government, to reverse it's at least "stated role," of being built for our benefit - it has become the master. It becomes the master when it penetrates with a watchful eye all the activity of the people. That which was created to serve the people, in the name of War (it always has it's excuse) enslaves the people.
(Regazzo - The Essense of Slavery)
We have allowed our institutions, our government, to reverse it's at least "stated role," of being built for our benefit - it has become the master. It becomes the master when it penetrates with a watchful eye all the activity of the people. That which was created to serve the people, in the name of War (it always has it's excuse) enslaves the people.
Rather than a diligent people that watches it's government, we have become a people who are watched by the government. We have a government that does not listen to the people per se, but to a propertied elite. An elite which protects itself through numerous "legal findings" as a corporation(s), which is now a super-person(s).
We are slaves because we really own nothing, that is, we own nothing as it was originally conceived at this nations beginning. There used to be an ownership of, let's say, real estate in an outright sense - it was called "allodial ownership." That was the real "ownership society," now the ownership society consists of your ass being owned!
Go look it up in a dictionary.....wait a minute, let me save you some time, you will not find it there, because it has disappeared from common English language. It meant that one could own their land and homes FREE from FEE'S and DUTIES. Free from taxation, or entities that could place liens on your property.
Everything that is good, and was supposed to be for the people, has gravitated to a small enclave of elites. Some say that a plutocracy and a democracy cannot co-exist, but was there ever a true democracy?
The only thing current modern governments stand for is for those who are of the propertied, by the propertied, and for the propertied. Propertied in the sense that they are the only ones listened to, and are able to hold sway so that rule is always in their favor (not just someone who thinks they "own" some property).
The only thing current modern governments stand for is for those who are of the propertied, by the propertied, and for the propertied. Propertied in the sense that they are the only ones listened to, and are able to hold sway so that rule is always in their favor (not just someone who thinks they "own" some property).
I could go on and on about why you should be outraged. The real reason we should be outraged is that everything this country is supposed to stand for regarding the people is a lie, it has been a lie from the beginning!
What we are experiencing today, with this surveillance and documents like the Patriot Act is the mere outward expression of what we have been living as a reality for a long time. Those in power are emboldened - what was once done in secret is now in the open. What we have to decide is simple - will we be a nation of good little slaves to an engorged elite, or will we be a free people. I AM CONVINCED THAT THIS IS OUR LAST CHANCE FOR "A NEW BIRTH OF FREEDOM," AND THIS TIME IT MUST REALLY BE FOR THE PEOPLE!
As I began to read the lyrics to the song "For The Workforce Drowning," written by the group Thursday they gripped me. I knew when i read them that I had to write them down for you to read. They depict the pain of the wage hour worker in this merciless, and almost hopeless system of capitalism. This is probably the most revolutionary music I have heard in a long time. Read them for yourself:
As I began to read the lyrics to the song "For The Workforce Drowning," written by the group Thursday they gripped me. I knew when i read them that I had to write them down for you to read. They depict the pain of the wage hour worker in this merciless, and almost hopeless system of capitalism. This is probably the most revolutionary music I have heard in a long time. Read them for yourself:
Falling from the top floor your lungs
fill like parachutes
windows go rushing by.
People inside,
dressed for the funeral in black and white.
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
trapped in the cubicle;
without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.
Please take these hands,
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
don't let me drown before the work day ends.
9 to 5! 9 to 5!
And we're up to our necks,
drowning in the seconds,
ingesting the morning commute
lost in a dead subway sleep,
we lie wide awake in our parents beds,
tossing and turning.
Tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work,
single file
with every day
like it's last.
Waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?
Please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
don't let me drown before the workday ends.
Just keep making copies
of copies
of copies
when will it end?
It'll never end,
'til it gets so bad
that the ink fills in our fingerprints
and the silhouette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
and even in our dreams we're so afraid the weight will offset who we are
all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
Last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.
Save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free,
the water is flooding the decks
the memos sent through the currents
computers spark like flares
I can see them.
They don't touch me,
touch me.
Please someone,
teach me how to swim.
please, don't let me drown,
please don't let me drown.
(when you are done listen to the song again, or read this as you listen)
FOR THE WORKFORCE, DROWNING
JUST A SMALL DEMAND
I'M GONNA DIE
BLACK CITY
TEN YEARS OF SERVICE
WHERE IS GOD WHILE ALL THIS IS GOING ON?
SPREADING THE GOOD WILL AROUND THE WORLD
ABSOLUTE POWER CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY
PAYBACK IS COMING
(Same group and goal, different setting)
KNOCK ON THE DOOR
(The Supreme Court, that is complicit, says they do not have to knock anymore - ask Anthony Scalia)
Please take these hands,
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
don't let me drown before the work day ends.
9 to 5! 9 to 5!
And we're up to our necks,
drowning in the seconds,
ingesting the morning commute
lost in a dead subway sleep,
we lie wide awake in our parents beds,
tossing and turning.
Tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work,
single file
with every day
like it's last.
Waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?
Please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
don't let me drown before the workday ends.
Just keep making copies
of copies
of copies
when will it end?
It'll never end,
'til it gets so bad
that the ink fills in our fingerprints
and the silhouette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
and even in our dreams we're so afraid the weight will offset who we are
all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
Last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.
Save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free,
the water is flooding the decks
the memos sent through the currents
computers spark like flares
I can see them.
They don't touch me,
touch me.
Please someone,
teach me how to swim.
please, don't let me drown,
please don't let me drown.
(when you are done listen to the song again, or read this as you listen)
FOR THE WORKFORCE, DROWNING
JUST A SMALL DEMAND
I'M GONNA DIE
BLACK CITY
TEN YEARS OF SERVICE
WHERE IS GOD WHILE ALL THIS IS GOING ON?
SPREADING THE GOOD WILL AROUND THE WORLD
ABSOLUTE POWER CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY
PAYBACK IS COMING
(Same group and goal, different setting)
KNOCK ON THE DOOR
(The Supreme Court, that is complicit, says they do not have to knock anymore - ask Anthony Scalia)